A note was taped to my door when we got home—not the main door, my bedroom door. The lights were off, Channing’s bedroom door was open, and no one was inside, so I wasn’t too surprised. I took the note off and read it aloud, “No f*****g. Stay home. s**t went down tonight, and I want you safe.”
Cross read it over my shoulder, a light chuckle warming my shoulder. “That’s cute. Treating us like we’re normal teenagers.”
He swept past me, going into the room and dropping his bag on the floor. He touched my arm, his finger sliding down as he passed me on the way back out to the kitchen. “I’m hungry. You?”
“No.”
After a moment, he opened the fridge, and I heard him rummaging around. As he moved around the kitchen, I read the note again. Channing knew about the Academy Crusties. One of his cre
